The Fading pugmarks….

This photo of Sundarbans National Park is courtesy of Tripadvisor

My roar would tremble the soul,
Such is my magnanimity.
I have dark stripes on a shining orange coat,
People come from far off land to peek at me,
While I walk the wild with grace & sublimity.

India, Bhutan, Nepal, and Bangladesh are my home,
My favorite is Sundarbans, where I freely roam.
But why the forest cover dwindles, I wonder,
What are my admirers up to, I shudder.

Humans keep me in cages, I absolutely hate,
They seek pleasure in calling me names.
Once I am out breathing the fresh air,
I bet you can’t stand my stare.

We were a group so huge,
For artists, we were their muse.
Day by day I am losing my kinfolk,
Where have they gone? I question,
Some perish due to loss of habitation,
Some are poached for their skin & bones,
I hear, to make some kind of medication.

I may not live to see the day,
When my population thrives again.
The future generation will be ignorant to my fame,
Don’t forget to sing them my tales,
Tell them ‘Royal Bengal Tiger‘ is my name,
I shall then live through my legends.

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